She took a 10:42 flight to the wild truth.
No barb wire or lanterns can be seen.
Only the voice of peace can be heard.
The land of harmony released her being.
The cement cracked.
She spoke of laughter and the forest of love.
No trembling or earthquakes can be felt.
She was lost in the lavender and scent.
A quilt of redemption covered her body.
The seas divided.
The mask from her past had melted.
Scarecrows danced to the sound of jazz.
The lovebirds flew into the heart of the sky.
She slept in the arms of majestic clouds.
The lies were devoured by the vultures.